LOGIN"Does he really not care about me anymore?! I'm his wife, not that hussy! Why does he act like that? Has he forgotten everything we shared, especially the night we spent together?! Huhuhuhuhuhu"
"Let me out of here! Have mercy on me... Does no one recognize me anymore? Am I just a mere maid at Hacienda Ferman?!" she cried, banging on the iron door of her confinement. " Elijah, stop shouting you're just tiring yourself no one will hear you here. Here's your food, ." emely said handing a tray of food through the small door too narrow for a person to pass through. "I don't want to eat i want to get out of here, I want to talk to my husband. I'm begging you, Emely, help me get out of here, please," Elijah pleaded. "Elijah I'm sorry, but I don't want to get involved. I'm afraid the Fermans will take it out on me. I can't fight them. If I were you, just do what they want. Then get your revenge once you find out why Señorito Lejandro lost his memory." After saying that, Emely immediately left. "Wait, Emely! What do you mean by that? Do you know that I'm Lejandro's real wife?!" "EMELYYYY..." Elijah shouted, but no one heard her anymore. "I still have hope! I need to follow Emely's advice! I need to get stronger. I will fight!" Elijah declared, resolutely eating the food Emely had given her. Meanwhile, Emely was heading towards the maids' quarters; she was also one of the maids at the Ferman Mansion, Hacienda. As she walked, she muttered to herself: "You have to fight, Elijah! Don't let them defeat you. I know the truth will come out!" "Emely... Where have you been?" the head maid called out. "Huh—What?! I just went to the bathroom," Emely answered. Donya had forbidden anyone from giving Elijah anything at night, not even water. So Emely lied because she knew the head maid would report her if she admitted to giving Elijah food. "Is that so...?" the head maid asked unconvinced, prompting her to check on Elijah in the storeroom. "Shit... I'm busted!" Emely muttered as she watched the head maid head towards the storeroom. After a while, the head maid returned, holding the plates that contained the food Emely had given Elijah. A strong slap landed on Emely's face, followed by the throwing of the plates. "You dare disobey Donya's orders! You'll pay for this!" "Please... Have mercy on me, Manang. If I'm fired, I'll have nowhere to go. My parents live far away. Please... I won't do it again," Emely begged, kneeling. The head maid took pity on her and decided not to report her to Donya. "I'll let this one slide! But if you do it again, don't expect me to protect you again! Is that clear? Clean up all the mess and broken plates! Deduct it from your salary!" the head maid said angrily. "Uhmmm... She broke them, and I'll get the deduction? Okay... Fine!" Emely muttered. Hours passed. It was night, and the people in the mansion were asleep. Emely returned to the storeroom to talk to Elijah. She also brought a pillow and blanket for Elijah. "Are you still awake?" Emely softly called out to Elijah. "Yes, I'm wide awake. I can't sleep; I'm cold," Elijah said, shivering. "Here, Take this a blanket and a pillow. Use them for now while you're in the storeroom," Emely said compassionately. As she was about to leave, Elijah grabbed Emely's hand and said: "Who are you really, Emely? Why are you so kind to me? You're the only one who does this for me. If they catch you, they might punish you because of me," Elijah said sadly. "Don't worry about me. Go to sleep so you'll have the energy to work at the hacienda tomorrow." "Who are you really, Emely?" Elijah repeated before releasing Emely's hand. "I'm Emely, and I'll help you here at Hacienda Ferman, for as long as I can, Ate... I'll help you." After saying that, Emely quickly left, leaving Elijah stunned. "What did she mean? How can she help me? How?" Elijah wondered repeatedly. Meanwhile, inside Lejandro and Furtiza's room: "Honey... I'm ready!" Furtiza said seductively to Lejandro, only wrapped in a towel. Suddenly, she remembered something, a fallen towel, but she didn't know where or what she was remembering. "Why, honey?" Furtiza asked. "There's something... I suddenly remembered, but it's not clear in my mind!" "Shit," he needed to take his medicine. "Wait, honey, I'll get you some water!" Furtiza said hurriedly, secretly taking medicine from her bag and adding it to the water she would give Lejandro. "Honey....."What are you putting in there?"“Alexander!” Mrs. Mendez cried out in anguish, her voice breaking as sobs tore from her chest. She could barely breathe from the overwhelming pain consuming her. Tears streamed down her face as her trembling hands gripped the gun. “Forgive me, my son!” she shouted through her cries. “Your father and I have grown to love you so deeply… and the thought of you leaving us to go with your real mother—it’s unbearable. I can’t endure that kind of pain…” Slowly, she raised the gun— A gunshot echoed into the air. The sound of the trigger shattered the silence, making everyone flinch in shock. Tears continued to fall from Mrs. Mendez’s eyes as she lowered the gun… now pointing it toward her own temple. “If you’re just going to leave us… then I’d rather die!” she cried out, her body shaking as she nearly lost herself in despair. “Mama Mendez!” “Mrs. Mendez!” Their voices rang out at the same time—filled with fear, desperation, and concern. Alexander rushed forward, while Raquel approach
“You’re still alive until now, Elijah Ferman?!” Mrs. Mendez shouted, her gaze sharp, every word filled with resentment and anger. “You should have been content that your child wasn’t with you—you already have another one! Why do you still have to take Alexander away from me?!” she added. Elijah froze when she heard her child’s name. It felt like a sharp knife stabbed straight into her heart. But she didn’t look away, she didn’t step back. “Because he is my child… he is my child, Mrs. Mendez,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but filled with pain. “And you… you are the reason I lived in darkness for so many years.” She stepped forward, her body trembling—not from fear, but from emotions that had long been buried and were now threatening to explode. “You didn’t just take my child away… you took my identity.” Tears fell from her eyes—fast, warm, and uncontrollable. “I was forced to live as someone I was not. Every time I answered to the name ‘Raquel,’ I slowly lost myself…” Mrs. Mend
“Just a moment! Who are you, and why do you seem like you’re about to tear down the door of my home?” Alexander asked calmly, forcing confidence into his voice despite feeling his heart pounding rapidly. He didn’t want those outside to notice that he was already twisting in anxiety. Despite his calm tone, his gaze remained sharp, fixed on the door—ready for whatever chaos might follow. At his words, the commotion that had been echoing moments ago suddenly stopped. It was replaced by a silence far more deafening than the noise before. He took a deep breath and slowly unlocked the door. Gently, he opened it—and as it swung open, familiar faces greeted him—people working for the woman he considered his mother, the one who saved and took him in when he had nothing. He gasped in shock. “Mom?” he whispered, unable to believe what he was seeing. “Why… why are you here?” “I raised you to be loyal to me! How could you betray me?!” Mrs. Mendez shouted, her voice trembling with anger and pa
“Please just come with us to the station. You can get a lawyer so you can file an appeal,” a police officer said to Furtiza, his tone cold but authoritative. “Let me go! I don’t know anything about what that Erick is saying!” Furtiza shouted angrily as she struggled. Her arm was almost twisted from the officer’s grip, but she refused to back down. Suddenly, the door to Tiffani’s room burst open. She panicked, her voice trembling as she rushed toward her mother. “What’s happening?! Why are you arresting my mom?! What did she do?!” The young woman was almost on her knees in front of the officers, but they didn’t even acknowledge her. “YOU’RE SO STUPID!” Furtiza screamed, nearly losing her voice from anger and fear. “I didn’t do anything! Call a lawyer, Tiffani! NOW! BEFORE THIS ROTTEN SYSTEM SWALLOWS ME WHOLE!” Tiffani trembled, not knowing what to deal with first—her tears, her fear, or her anger over what she couldn’t understand. With no other choice, Tiffani tried to call a law
The door of Alexander’s secret base slowly opened. The surroundings were quiet, with only the chirping of birds outside and the soft footsteps of the young man echoing. But inside the base, a single moment changed everything. CLANG! Raquel suddenly dropped the broom she was holding. It hit the floor as her heartbeat began to race. She couldn’t move. She simply stared at the young man who had just entered—holding an old bag, dressed simply. “This can’t be a mistake,” Raquel murmured. Alexander frowned at the noise, then smiled. “Ma’am Raquel… you’re already awake?” he said, slightly surprised. He noticed she was already standing, seemingly breathless, and that the place was already clean. “You’re very hardworking. You even started cleaning before I could—” “S-son…” Raquel’s voice trembled. She stepped back slightly, tears welling in her eyes. “A-are you my missing child?!” Silence. Their eyes met. For a few seconds, it felt as if time had stopped. Alexander couldn’t mo
“If he even tries to drag me into this… he will never see our child again!” Furtiza whispered firmly, her eyes tightly shut as she leaned against the muscular arms of the man who had been with her all night. Her body still felt the warmth of the night, but the fire of anger burning in her chest was far stronger. The man gently kissed her shoulder, as if unwilling to let her go. But Furtiza quickly stood up and began putting on her clothes. “I’ll be leaving now… I have something important to take care of,” Furtiza said coldly yet firmly, as if each word carried weight. “Okay…” the man replied briefly, exhaling thick smoke out of the slightly open window without even looking at her. Behind his calm demeanor, there seemed to be a hint of doubt. Furtiza’s steps were quiet but heavy as she walked out of the room. Meanwhile, at the police station, Erick sat rigidly, holding his forehead, sweating despite the cold surroundings. “So, Mr. Monteroso, I’ll ask you again… where did you take
"What sin have I committed against my wife?! This is unacceptable! There’s no forgiveness for the sins I’ve done to my beloved wife!" "And what’s worse—I drove her away, just like I did with the child I believed to be my own. I need to find my wife and my child. I won’t stop until I find them—espe
"Get dressed and come with me right now!" Donya Donita ordered furiously at Furtiza. "Fix your behavior too! Copy Elijah Juarez’s posture! You must convince Lejandro that you are the real Elijah, and that the traitor Furtiza is actually Elijah! Since the baby is missing, we can still use this to w
"Who are you to interfere in the affairs of the Juarez and Ferman families?! You’re just a nurse in the Juarez household!" the Doña interrupted sharply. "You’re right! She’s just a nurse in our family. But she’s also the only one who knows everything that happened to the real Elijah Juarez." "If
"What the hell!" "Aren’t you tired from all that crying yet?! You're getting on my nerves!" Furtiza exclaimed irritably. She briefly glanced at baby Lucifer and closely observed the child’s eyes, nose, lips, and overall appearance—including the color of his skin. "Fvck!" It's true! Lejandro rea







